_Sir Mart._ Sure you think you have to deal with a fool, cousin?
_L. Dupe._ O my dear niece, I have some business with you. [_Whispers._
_Sir. Mart._ Well, madam, I'll take one turn here in the Piazzas; a thousand things are hammering in this head; 'tis a fruitful noddle, though I say it. [_Exit_ Sir MART.
_L. Dupe._ Go thy ways for a most conceited fool--but to our business, cousin: You are young, but I am old, and have had all the love-experience that a discreet lady ought to have; and, therefore, let me instruct you about the love this rich lord makes to you.
_Chr._ You know, madam, he's married, so that we cannot work upon that ground of matrimony.
_L. Dupe._ But there are advantages enough for you, if you will be wise, and follow my advice.
_Chr._ Madam, my friends left me to your care, therefore I will wholly follow your counsel, with secrecy and obedience.
_L. Dupe._ Sweetheart, it shall be the better for you another day: Well then, this lord that pretends to you is crafty and false, as most men are, especially in love; therefore, we must be subtle to meet with all his plots, and have countermines against his works, to blow him up.
_L. Dupe._ Why, girl, he'll make fierce love to you, but you must not suffer him to ruffle you, or steal a kiss: But you must weep and sigh, and say you'll tell me on't, and that you will not be used so, and play the innocent, just like a child, and seem ignorant of all.
_Chr._ I warrant you I'll be very ignorant, madam.
_L. Dupe._ And be sure, when he has towsed you, not to appear at supper that night, that you may fright him.
_L. Dupe._ That he may think you have told me.
_L. Dupe._ And keep your chamber, and say your head aches.
_L. Dupe._ And lock the door, and admit of no night visits: At supper I'll ask where's my cousin, and, being told you are not well, I'll start from the table to visit you, desiring his lordship not to incommode himself; for I will presently wait on him again.
_Chr._ But how, when you are returned, madam?
_L. Dupe._ Then somewhat discomposed, I'll say, I doubt the meazles or small-pox will seize on you, and then the girl is spoiled; saying, poor thing, her portion is her beauty, and her virtue; and often send to see how you do, by whispers in my servant's ears, and have those whispers of your health returned to mine: If his lordship, thereupon, asks how you do, I will pretend it was some other thing.